Warrington had appeared to be a loyal follower, and Hereweald couldn't remember a time he had read the young man complaining about the regime in the journals. He was Half-blood - the Purists might have thought less of Warrington, but Mulciber could have cared less. His own blood was far-from-pure, and dedication to their Lord was the standard he used for judging if a peer had worth. He wasted no time in the late morning making lunch, as well as locking both slaves out of the two upper floors and giving them dusting duties on the ground floor. When Warrington arrived, Mulciber led him upstairs, to his study. Taking a seat, he motioned for Chaz to do likewise in one of the other comfortable leather chairs in the room.
Once they were settled, he rested back in his chair and crossed his legs. “Mr. Warrington - Chaz - this is my study. Many years ago, I used it for my practice, when people paid me to discuss their problems," he chuckled. "Those days are far behind in the past, but the soundproofing charms are as strong as they ever were.” He gave a small smile and motioned to his guest. "Please begin."